He was smart and calculating. While he ate, his attention was only on me. This was a test, to see if I would break.
I wouldn’t. I’d spent my whole life being tested.
But the hunger for his dirty words and his touch built until it was almost unbearable. How long did I remain like this? What if this wasn’t a test, but a form of humiliation? I was a heartbeat away from covering myself when he stood, picked up his chair, and disappeared from view.
“Hands behind your back.” There was hardly a thump, but it sounded as if he’d placed the chair directly behind me, and sat down on it.
I clasped one hand around the other in the small of my back, which made the shiver in my shoulders more pronounced. I startled when his thumbs slipped under the sides of my underwear and tugged the fabric further down my thighs.
“Fuck, Noemi. You look good enough to eat.”
I stopped breathing when something wet touched me. He licked. Again and again. His tongue teased between my legs where I was aching.
“Holy shit,” I moaned.
“Oh, so the good girl can swear? Or is that only when I’m fucking her with my mouth?”
I clenched my hand tighter on my other, trying to ground the moment and not lose myself in the sensation. What he was doing felt amazing, and my already weak knees softened with every pass of his skilled tongue over my flesh.
Joseph was going down on me in the restaurant he owned, right out in the open. It was wrong, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Warm hands closed on my ass cheeks and massaged while his mouth continued its assault.
“You taste so good.” His tongue pressed deep inside, then slipped down, and his lips closed on the center point of my desire, sucking, causing me to moan quietly. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“What do you like,” I could feel his lips moving against my sensitive skin, “specifically?”
The muscle low in my belly clenched. In my fantasies he demanded I talk dirty to him, but the reality was both better and worse. I was excited to speak up, but nervous I’d say something unsexy and he’d laugh.
“I like what you were just doing.”
The mouth was gone, but he lingered close. I could feel warm, hurried breath rolling over the backs of my legs. “You liked it when I sucked on your clit? Or when I put my tongue inside your pussy?”
I closed my eyes. “The first one.”
“Say it, and I’ll do it again.”
I pulled air into my body, which felt like an enormous task. “I liked it . . . when you sucked on my clit.”
I cried out as he rewarded me. Oh my God, it felt so good. His hands tightened on my ass, like an involuntary reaction to my sound of pleasure. But one of them released its grip and slid towards my center, down through the valley of—
I jolted as he brushed past the place that had always been off limits. My hands flew to the tabletop to push myself up.
“No,” he commanded in a firm tone. There was a sharp sting of pain in my thigh, as if . . . did he just pinch me? His other hand flattened on my back and pushed me down, urging me to stay in position on the table. “I’m not going to remind you again. Hands behind your back.”
I did as told, struggling to catch my breath but it was hopeless. He sank a finger deep inside my pussy, all the way until his knuckles pressed against me.
“Oh my God.” The indecent movement of his finger was intense. His slow thrusts made me shake uncontrollably and I spun out of control. My fingernails dug into my wrist as I clenched it tightly.
“I’m guessing from your reaction,” he said, his voice confident and hypnotic, “no one’s touched you there before?”
“No.” I tried not to pant. Pleasure crept along my body, flooding from his finger.
“Let’s find out how bad you’re willing to be.” Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could hear the grin in his words. His hand withdrew, leaving me feeling empty. “Put your hands on that perfect ass.”
I hesitated. What did he mean? Where was this going?
“Now.” His dark tone forced me into action. I reached down and put one palm flat on each cheek. “Good. Like this.” His hands wrapped around my wrists and pushed them away. Opening me to him.